Birds, They are living as the most beautiful creatures
Over my horizon
They always come back
Few might die
But the love in them, Is so beautiful.
I walk over my hills
Hoping it would be my last trip
Seeking some feeling of greatness.
Still I dream about us,
Watching the beautiful creatures,
Flying over me.
When I'm sitting at my chair.
Breathing the smoke...
Taking my life into a death pit,
I'm drinking myself into misery...
Stopping my life at the horizon, I'd never come back.
I hope I'd be someday as beautiful and perfect.